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Trios

@Dartbored Fairy

Rounding the corner, Ahnciel hesitated on one foot, not entirely certain what they'd find but still surprised on some level to have seen the girl still there. Curiously, the paladin expected the figure to have ran off with the hope of getting a chase which the bemused knight would hardly be tempted to follow.
Having read enough mystery novellas, Ahnci was acutely aware of the repercussions involving the adherence to tropes and was loathe to be made a fool of so simply by someone they scantly knew how to refer to. In all likelihood, the world did not function with such predictability, and it was for this reason that Sir Ahnciel was taken slightly aback by the choice of seat the girl took.

"Iz interestink vehn interest iz placed..." Ahnciel stated as a matter of fact before following up once the girl finished her comments about offences, "...Paerdon, Iz difficult to tell vaht to expect in zeis town." Their eyes flick from the girl's to the destination of their gaze, and, in response, he turns the opposite hip to face her with a half-pace of their right leg forward. While it was not meant to infer an attempt at intimidation, the awareness behind the gesture had been intended to imply an awareness on the knight's part.
They were not a fan of curious eyes.

Ahnciel felt no reason to explain themselves to the extent of answering questions, since being watched in such a manner meant there was something...wanted...from this very engagement. While the knight had his own agenda for the day, at the moment, he was merely entertaining a curious passerby. Truly a marvel, yes? To behold mirror-steel many around this town presumably would hope to steal and mash down into crude bars or coins.

At the moment, paranoia ran rampant in Kaitra's mind and she played it off with a stellar performance.
"Heh, I suppose you caught me. Yes, eit iz my first day in town ehn eit vould seem I already have...a fan?" Ahnciel's smooth lips curving to an intrigued smirk while making no other effort to even entertain the idea of hostility. Such as that notion would adversely convey, their hand remained perched on the pommel of their rapier.
Weapons were a tool that should only be brandished if they were intended to be used, though the idea of a tool can cut deep into the imagination of those anticipating its use. While Ahnciel had no intention of drawing their weapon on an unthreatening and seemingly unarmed opponent, the stranger had already wounded themselves with such assumptions. For this, the knight sympathized for them; the town must truly be a hostile hovel if simply seeing a weapon could cause such concern to be verbalized.

"Ehn...vaht incident~?" Ahnciel coyly chirped, tilting a head to the side as their mouth's expression faded back to neutrality from its previously warming section of a smile. Judging from how smoothly blood ran from the fresh corpse Kaite fought to blink the images out of their mind in reference to, the event had transpired shortly before they exited the room. How could someone on the other side of the street have known of such an 'incident'? Also...how could they have known Ahnciel was even there to see the aftermath?
It was a curious question to ask the wrong person, as anyone else would have ignored what piqued the Isparian Guard-Captain's interest. "If I may...vaht iz your name?" Ahnci asked, the smile softly returning as they took a step closer.
"I vould not suppose zee verd 'agartha' means anyszink to you, ah?" If it had to be an investigation, then Ahnciel hardly cared if word got out that they were looking into the mine. Maybe it was misplaced arrogance or the hope there was inconsistencies, but the way the girl talked asserted a hunch that they were from around here and were likely in the know if they were already proven to be so perceptive.

Trios

@Dartbored Fairy

Shaking their head as they turned the corner while descending the stairs to the lobby, Ahnciel took note of the empty desk which once held the self-asserted employ of the innkeep. The events had transpired just as the eviscerated corpse in the armored man's room hinted. The terminology for referring to the person now likely in the guard's custody sat poorly with the Ahnciel. Any other day and any other place, and Ahnci would think of them as a knight from nowhere. Unknown but at least with their dignity implied.

They wore their armor well, and it was unfortunately the only compliment the Isparian knight was able to offer, knowing so little of the situation.
Kaitra's thoughts kept flickering back to the innkeeper and she soon found herself breathing shallow half-breaths, their mind echoing with speculations and frustration. She was thankful that they'd yet to pick up breakfast as a sudden wave of nausea drove them out into the rain to escape the stale earthy stench of old planks of wood and a faint metallic tinge of blood somewhere in the memory of the scene.

Ahnciel wasn't sure why it bothered them so badly to believe their eyes, but something was disgustingly off about the whole affair that it took Keepa breaking from her usual torpor to protest to being rained on.
The beast's coat bristled in the cold rain, gekkering softly and squirming in annoyance until its ride pulled the hood of their cloak over the two to shield from the elements. Oil treated fabrics chased water down their form like off a duck's back as Ahnciel steadied themselves with another hand on the outside wall out the inn just beside the door.
"Shut up, iz not that bad" they hissed at the both of them, rolling their shoulders as they forced themselves back on the heel they turned on before starting off down the sidewalk. They conveniently relished in the fresh but thick air of the rainy day, however, they had only made it five steps and half way into a thought about who to ask about the Agartha Mine without arousing too much suspicion when their own was confirmed by a set of eyes watching them.

At first, Ahnci had assumed they were simply an onlooker, getting their jollies off on the idea of the 'handsome' town guard bringing a murderer to justice, before noticing how their eyes followed them as they departed from the scene. It was a poor choice of interest, as the young knight was hardly in the mood to entertain commoners until noticing their expression. The cross of the visor and thin veil made it easier than imagined to watch the girl without turning their head, and Ahnci stopped in his tracks the instant he was sure they were being watched.
Returning the stare as they beckoned, Ahnciel doubled their pace to cross the cobblestone road and follow around the corner with a wide enough berth that they wouldn't be in range for a sucker-punch the moment they turned down the way the girl had disappeared down.

Interesting as it was to have already gained the interest of a supposed local, they were hardly eager enough to let their sensibilities leave them in favor of answers...or perhaps...at least?...better questions.
With a pace a step below a jog, the girl was getting what they wanted from the paladin who casually rested a hand on the pommel of their broad rapier to steady it through the skipped steps before turning the corner on their own terms.

Trios

Confidence emanated from the armored figure whose upper expression was faintly obscured by a thin shadowy veil from their helmet as the guard's sword touched their leg. Tiny coarse clicks resonated from the inferior metal of the man's sword as it grazed the streaks of mithril fibers woven into the form-fitting fencer's mail, earning little more than an unimpressed raised eyebrow from the knight who'd yet to even establish a threatening stance.
It was a set of armor intended to protect the lineage, and while the mail offered less protection than the plating, itself, the paranoid gesture on the part of the guard was taken as stressed ignorance.

"Excuse you, but I am a knight ouf zee Isparian Inquisition ehn I vill not be intimidated by zeh uncouth temperament ouf some backvahter bandit-town militia." The words dryly barked from Ahnciel's smooth lips in spite of a bead of nervous sweat being wicked away by their brow. They were out of their element, but the situation hardly added up to any measure of sense. They'd cut down bandits and marauding knights the same, though defying a foreign authority was different beast, and the young paladin hoped their silver tongue could cut truer than any needed sword. "I haf done nohszink but ask a question ehn have a sword drawn on me; an offense zeht vould cost any ohzer peasant zehr verkink hand," they stalwartly continued with a challengingly arrogant snarl with their inflection. Forced venom, it was woefully unbecoming of their expectations for themselves, but their emotions got the better of them with the tone they were warned with against the notion of investigating the mine.
Whoever had dressed up the animal of a so-called 'guard' and taught it how to speak in its disgusting yet thankfully concise accent hadn't taught it how to deflect a question, making a burden of the knight in the process as they knew their first destination for the day. Something wanted them there, and a gentleman was loathe to disappoint such an invitation.

Ahnciel made to cross their arms, holding an elbow which the hand it belonged to thoughtfully held their chin between their index and thumb as they watched the scene quickly unfold. Shifting their weight onto the side of their folded arm, he couldn't help but survey the scene inside the room before guards swarmed the surrendering, fully armored man. They were disarmed without resistance and it seemed awfully quaint how neatly the scene seemed to be painted. Although, It hardly added up how they would have the foresight to arm and painstakingly don a set of platemail by themselves before murdering the innkeep in their own room, but it was made clear that Ahnciel's input wasn't wanted, so they shifted their approach. They had all the information they needed, and the bandit town guard didn't seem to harbor much hospitality for errant knights.

"Regardless, I vill excuse such disrespect zeis time as you all seem capable ouf handling one human. Now paerdon...I haf business beyond you" Ahnciel snorted as if suppressing a cocky snicker in the steps it took for them to step past the collection of guards and continue their way down the hall. They chose their words with the hope their flashy demeanor reeked enough of elven pomp and circumstance for human disdain to fill the gaps and explain their behavior.

'Who would want to incite the ire of a faction of elven aristocrats, right? Just let them walk away, theres no changing that bird, anyway' Ahnciel nervously thought to themselves as they articulated the grace of every step they took to and down the stairs to imply a natural element. 'Arrogant dismissal rather than retreat, head held high, you're too much trouble to be worth their busy busy time, right now...' The idea of being a hero was easier when the dream was of monsters in the woods rather than the monsters in men. Hopefully, the attention guards paid its inhabitant was a reflection of how little care they had for more supernatural threats and the warning about the mine was mere underestimation of their capabilities...yeah, just stay optimistic.
It pained Ahnci to imagine the child they passed along the way being thrown out, but they didn't know their situation and already committed to leaving the inn before the humanis swill's eyes uncrossed long enough to look at them a bit too closely and find something else to have a problem with.

Children of Plunder

I...guess Hawlin is out, so I'm taking (back) control of Kaite for them. I hope I do their concept justice.
@_@;

This puts me in an astonishingly awkward position.

I'll still do my best! I have faith in the thread!
...just need to re-read some notes and figure out what the hell just happened.

Trios

Ahnciel's sunny disposition was immediately quashed as the word reflected on their mirror-sheen armor sank in. Behind them, their hand slipped off of the knob of the door which would have closed if the knight hadn't then caught the side to ease it back open enough to look back into their room. Had they just not noticed the writing on their door? Was it even there?
Whomever was responsible for the sick prank must be mistaken, however, as the name failed to ring any bells. Who was this 'Agartha' and why was it imperative for the swordsman to be made so acutely aware of their existence through such macabre means?
Curiously, Ahnciel hazarded an examination of the letters, smearing the right leg of the 'h' with the tip of a gauntlet to verify it wasn't simply paint. Lo, and it was just as fresh and viscous as the like the knight had endeavored to grow accustomed to. Thankfully, the qualities of mithril made flicking the substance cleanly from their hand an easy task, though something else stuck, instead.

The blood was fresh.

Coming back to reality after a contemplative moment, the sounds of banging and shouting eased their way back into Ahnciel's senses. It was funny that he hadn't noticed the commotion which was taking place maybe two doors down in the same hall, though any comedy was drained along with the blood seeping from under the door along the grains of the floorboards.

While mystery was hardly their forte, it shouldn't be a coincidence that the two occurrences were taking place. The foul ink had to come from somewhere, and Ahnciel hoped they looked capable and resolute enough not to be shoo'd away by the guards. He couldn't help but be a bit more than curious what was going on around town...and if there was a chance there was money involved in undoing such wickedness. Regardless, they steeled themselves for what was playing up to be quite the massacre on the other side of the door if the pooling blood was any indication.

"Zee guard iz certainly punctual in zeis town. Zeh blood iz still flowink ehn vee are to knockink down doors?" Ahnciel speculated in an authoritative tone clearly directed at the guards. Their accent was thick and paced as though english wasn't their first language, though it came in at a close second what with their vocabulary. While he made no effort to stop them, hands on his hips made it apparent that he had no intention of leaving so soon. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder to where he remembered the writing on the wall being before continuing, "Vould zeis, by chance, have anyszink to do vith Agartha?"

Trios

Strangely enough, the ferry ride was an unexpected turn of events, one which the cloaked knight delighted in with a reenactment of a scene they'd only read of. A salty sea breeze of the bay, and waves rolling and crashing against the hull of the repurposed cargo vessel in time to the billowing of the figure's cloak with the periodic gusts. They'd even propped a foot up on their pack for added dramatics, one hand resting on the hilt of a sheathed sword of sorts while the other cradled their helmet under their arm.
Picturesque poise betrayed the stiff knees of standing in such a pose for hours and stinging eyes from the spray off the bow. Still, it was preferable to being below deck as the stink of the rest of the unwashed crew and whatever word for the evil that spilled out of a particular room was had driven them topside.

And so, Kaitra had spent as much time as they could airing out, afraid the stench would unbecomingly cling to them. It was this thought process that brought them to splurge a bit after taking up a room at the local seaside in shortly after arriving at port.
Stiff knees and foul humors melted away in the suds of a hot bath, though food would unfortunately have to wait as the knight had rationed out their funds to pay through the week and as such, they would starve cleanly rather than growing fat as a hog in its own squalor. Ideally, the town and its troubles would provide enough thankful coin for this dilemma to sit far in the back of the bubble-obscured individual who sighed as the thought had actually begun to spoil the gentle moment of reprieve.
Thoughts always had a habit of getting in the way of silence; partially why the knight hadn't been cut out for serving the church. Scented candles and starlight usually served as a backdrop to the ritual, though a view of a foreign sea would have to suffice.

A fluffy white fox lounged on the bed, making small 'murph' sounds as she stared at her companion taking their sweet in the tub, and then its eyes lazily watching them cross the room and back as they got dry and dressed. The shine of the metal the illustrious armor held twinkled in its eyes and it perked up with a yawn before leaping onto the knight's outstretched arm and climbing up to roost back on their shoulders.
"Right zehn...shall we do good?" the knight's light voice chirped, turning their head to almost boop noses with the fox who sighed out a long disinterested whine.
Kaitra frowned with a slight undertone of perplexity. She wouldn't presume to understand the animal, though had hoped for a response maybe a tiny bit more reassuring than it griping like a child. "I vill find food for us both, do not vorry yourself, Keepa..." she sighed, eliciting a small wag of the tail at the mention of food.

Sliding a helmet on so simply, clasping the buckle under their chin and flipping down the visor and 'Ahnciel' stepped out of 'his' room after giving a mirror double finger-guns and softly cooing "Noblesse oblige~" in as convincingly of a masculine voice as they had practiced.

Trios

Ahnciel of Ispar

Name: "Sir" Ahnciel K. Sinclair

Age: Appears 20-24

Gender: Male pronouns

Species: Half-Elf

Appearance

Inspiration

Ahnciel stands at 5'10. Outside of their armor, they had an affinity towards wearing scarves but otherwise wears whatever is comfortable. Hes not in the position to be picky.

For traveling purposes, 'Ahnci' could only manage a clasped black cloak and what appears to be a large snow fox pelt draped around their shoulders. "Keepa" is, however, quite alive and simply likes being carried.

Special Weaknesses
- Due to their privileged life, Ahnci has an unbecoming fear of spiders, centipedes, mice, rats and that like of vermin. (Thankfully, Keepa is an excellent 'mouser')
- A tad dense at times, Ahnci is fairly inexperienced with the outside world and their curiosity may get them into trouble.
- Though they are versed in holy paladinic scriptures and combat prayers, hes yet to actually fight anything that such powers would come in handy against.

Powers, Abilities, & Equips

Powers

Lay on Hands
Ahnciel's faith in the strength of mortal spirit compels empathetic entities' very essence to bolster itself with the aid of an otherwise light infusion of divine energy. On top of lending a calming sense of presence capable of easing anxiety and soothing pain, this power (with a moment of sustained contact and devoted focus) swiftly mends minor injuries.
Works well in tandem with other healing magics to focus stronger and more dedicated spells like a lens.

Bane
Shadows flee in the presence of their dominating counterpart. A passage of power recited in elven tongue tells of a harsh and formless challenge issued to beings of negative energy (such as demons or undead). Lesser beings may become stunned or flee the overwhelming light, having instinctual fear instilled in their otherwise hollow minds. Greater entities like certain undead or demons are drawn to Ahnciel's power, as "The more brilliant a light, the deeper the shadows it casts".
(Either turn undead or 'taunt' depending on the strength of the opponent's evil essence)
(Nearly useless against 'mundane' beasts and mankind...though anyone who speaks Elvish would be taken aback by Ahnciel's heinous renditions of holy scripture)

Smite
A low chant channels wild positive energy into Ahnciel's weapon, fueled by their conviction. The process takes time and involves sections found in their 'Bane' rendition. As such, most evil entities become instinctively aware of Ahnciel's intentions and the unintelligent ones are typically drawn into the strike. This 'spell' battles whatever negative energy possesses the target with a single discerning strike. Typically, lesser undead would evaporate into a burst of consecrated ashes while demons would suffer wounds which burn like being set with liquid metal and do not naturally heal.

Ignominy
Lay on Hands works adversely against entities bound or manifested of negative energy. The same spell with intent brands the target with the palm of the paladin, infusing the wound with a 'curse' of sorts which hinders the entity's flow of essence and can significantly weaken the subject especially in the way of spellcasting or other forms of naturally healing. Like a curse, the spell must be opposed and wholly broken at once regardless of repeated application. Eventually, and by most demonic standards after the first instance, the victim is reduced to a pitiful shell of the monster they once were...simply existing as a suffering stain on all existence.
This spell is known to inquisitors as 'Mercy' or 'Shame' as the demonic hierarchy is quick to turn on weakness within its ranks, and this spell sings humiliation upon its victims.
For a paladin with a heart, even for the irredeemably damned, such punishment is as cruel as breaking a wolf's leg and throwing it back to the pack to be helplessly judged and devoured by its own kind. It's a statement of ultimate spite for the enemy and is greatly frowned upon as its use stands in contrast of common civil and divine teachings.
...
Noblesse Oblige

Aura
A mild resistance to damaging magics, though mostly to ward off hexes and curses, a Paladin learns early in their teachings how to channel their essence into a barrier to stave off maleficent forces. The result is a bulwark of internal radiance prepared to burn the roots of corruption before they take hold and protect the paladin from forces that would otherwise blight their essence.
The Aura is easy to sense and pervades the air around them like a scent. Like garlic to a vampire, good alignments would be met with a pleasing but nebulous sensation to suit their disposition. Neutral alignments scarcely perceive the Aura as anything more than an intuition of sincerity; a general 'wellness' wafting almost imperceivably with a hint of rosmarinus and lavandar alongside a scattering of honey...such is Ahnciel's aura.
Paladins typically host their own unique aura which many sense as being indescribable. Regardless, Paladins aren't ones for subtleties, and cloak-and-dagger tactics are best left to the..."more experienced".

Skills

Dexterity - Ahnciel's armor offers little hindrance, and the design of their weapons utilizes mobility and flexibility. Such combat is rewarded by ingrained conditioning and training. Acrobatics fit into this strength, though Ahnci isn't much of a match for a carnie worth their wage.

Left-Handed Swordsmanship - Conventional combat and training in swordsmanship is typically taught to right-handed individuals for fighting other right-handed individuals. In Ahnciel's case, defenses open up in unconventional ways that force humanoid combatants to think on their feet or improvise in order to overcome Ahnci's 'off' stance.
It is encouraged that they think quickly, as Ahnci seldom goes easy on opponents and viciously capitalizes on weaknesses or mistakes.

Bow Training - *sigh* Yes, Ahnciel technically knows how to use a bow mostly from a workout regimen. Given enough time to line up a shot, they could probably even be accurate enough to hit a humanoid target at twenty-meters assuming it was holding still. It's hardly impressive of a feat by any standard, but is still worth mentioning if the topic ever came up.

Equipment

Human-Crafted Pappenheimer Rapier - A commissioned masterwork with a sharpened edge forged wider than a typical rapier making it serviceable for light slashing attacks as well as intended piercing advances.

Elven-Forged Cú Magil - A longsword with a versatile design intended for two-handed use due to its length and curvature. Roughly the same length as a standard European longsword, functions like a katana for the sake of martial arts and tactics though durable enough to retain effectiveness after more than a small handful of swings.

Armor

A culmination of elven and human sophistication, the elegant mithril plating "MyrWill Oath" weighs astonishingly little and is deceptively flexible while donned on one whom it is sworn to, moving like most leathers in moments willed by its ward. This quality mostly serves the purpose of allowing a greater range of motion than plate armor would typically allow.
The legend of the Sinclair house is that the armor, itself, is mundane save for the souls of its wearer's heroic lineage which protect its true owners and carry their burdens to see noble tasks through.
Both men and women of house Sinclair have donned the Oath, and its contours accommodates either sex's form, shaping itself to the next worthy knight. The metal glows with a faint turquoise hue while exposed to moon and/or starlight.

Backstory: Social endeavors, dressing up and learning how to properly bow for the correct audience, meetings, trade, treaties and posh banquets...it was all a bore in spite of the ideologies being foisted upon Ahnciel that such aristocracy was the envy of the world.
He grew up preferring a sword over a pen, however, having experience as a constable of Ispar's Easthaven Watch but it was hardly befitting of his name or capabilities. On an interesting day, he'd be tasked with sorting out grave robbers or other common banditry...usually with a dozen armed and armored men in tow tasked with keeping the house's youngest out of any real trouble.
Always longing for the open road and the adventure that came with seeking a greater duty, he conspired to seek it out for himself. It was surprisingly easier than Ahnci had figured it would be to abscond with the family armor and his gear before knocking in tracks to parts unknown. It was like living a fairytale, and every good story needed a knight in shining armor...regardless of their methods.
Unfortunately, the storybooks don't talk about sleeping on rocks or cooking your own meals and 'our hero' quickly found themselves squandering most of their funds on lodging as he hadn't thought to run away with anything practical like provisions or tools. Such blood money was occasionally picked from the pockets of dead highwaymen drawn to the glamour of his kit, but you can't eat gold as it is.
Fortune returned with the rumors of a rekindled gold-rush town of sorts. Certainly such a place in the shadow of a range of mountains has its fair share of trouble...the sort that deserves a hero!...of sorts.

Other
- Being a foreigner, I intended for Ahnci to speak vith an outrageous accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon zee readers.

Trios

Awesome and will do!

I'll probably work on a first post after I wake up...its crazy late. @_@

UPDATE 12:15pm, 9/3: Getting dragged away to hang out with people, but I'll still endeavor to have a post up sometime today!

UPDATE 4:22pm, 9/3: It seemed like stuff was going on out in the hall at the inn, so I figured I'd stall for time for the events to take place...and kinda stop there since I'm not certain what Ahnci would see upon stepping out. This is assuming they're even in the same hall as Kaldalis's room.
Let me know if anything needs editing. >_<

Trios

Ahnciel of Ispar

Name: "Sir" Ahnciel K. Sinclair

Age: Appears 20-24

Gender: Male pronouns

Species: Half-Elf

Appearance

Inspiration

Ahnciel stands at 5'10. Outside of their armor, they had an affinity towards wearing scarves but otherwise wears whatever is comfortable. Hes not in the position to be picky.

For traveling purposes, 'Ahnci' could only manage a clasped black cloak and what appears to be a large snow fox pelt draped around their shoulders. "Keepa" is, however, quite alive and simply likes being carried.

Special Weaknesses
- Due to their privileged life, Ahnci has an unbecoming fear of spiders, centipedes, mice, rats and that like of vermin. (Thankfully, Keepa is an excellent 'mouser')
- A tad dense at times, Ahnci is fairly inexperienced with the outside world and their curiosity may get them into trouble.
- Though they are versed in holy paladinic scriptures and combat prayers, hes yet to actually fight anything that such powers would come in handy against.

Powers, Abilities, & Equips

Powers

Lay on Hands
Ahnciel's faith in the strength of mortal spirit compels empathetic entities' very essence to bolster itself with the aid of an otherwise light infusion of divine energy. On top of lending a calming sense of presence capable of easing anxiety and soothing pain, this power (with a moment of sustained contact and devoted focus) swiftly mends minor injuries.
Works well in tandem with other healing magics to focus stronger and more dedicated spells like a lens.

Bane
Shadows flee in the presence of their dominating counterpart. A passage of power recited in elven tongue tells of a harsh and formless challenge issued to beings of negative energy (such as demons or undead). Lesser beings may become stunned or flee the overwhelming light, having instinctual fear instilled in their otherwise hollow minds. Greater entities like certain undead or demons are drawn to Ahnciel's power, as "The more brilliant a light, the deeper the shadows it casts".
(Either turn undead or 'taunt' depending on the strength of the opponent's evil essence)
(Nearly useless against 'mundane' beasts and mankind...though anyone who speaks Elvish would be taken aback by Ahnciel's heinous renditions of holy scripture)

Smite
A low chant channels wild positive energy into Ahnciel's weapon, fueled by their conviction. The process takes time and involves sections found in their 'Bane' rendition. As such, most evil entities become instinctively aware of Ahnciel's intentions and the unintelligent ones are typically drawn into the strike. This 'spell' battles whatever negative energy possesses the target with a single discerning strike. Typically, lesser undead would evaporate into a burst of consecrated ashes while demons would suffer wounds which burn like being set with liquid metal and do not naturally heal.

Ignominy
Lay on Hands works adversely against entities bound or manifested of negative energy. The same spell with intent brands the target with the palm of the paladin, infusing the wound with a 'curse' of sorts which hinders the entity's flow of essence and can significantly weaken the subject especially in the way of spellcasting or other forms of naturally healing. Like a curse, the spell must be opposed and wholly broken at once regardless of repeated application. Eventually, and by most demonic standards after the first instance, the victim is reduced to a pitiful shell of the monster they once were...simply existing as a suffering stain on all existence.
This spell is known to inquisitors as 'Mercy' or 'Shame' as the demonic hierarchy is quick to turn on weakness within its ranks, and this spell sings humiliation upon its victims.
For a paladin with a heart, even for the irredeemably damned, such punishment is as cruel as breaking a wolf's leg and throwing it back to the pack to be helplessly judged and devoured by its own kind. It's a statement of ultimate spite for the enemy and is greatly frowned upon as its use stands in contrast of common civil and divine teachings.
...
Noblesse Oblige

Aura
A mild resistance to damaging magics, though mostly to ward off hexes and curses, a Paladin learns early in their teachings how to channel their essence into a barrier to stave off maleficent forces. The result is a bulwark of internal radiance prepared to burn the roots of corruption before they take hold and protect the paladin from forces that would otherwise blight their essence.
The Aura is easy to sense and pervades the air around them like a scent. Like garlic to a vampire, good alignments would be met with a pleasing but nebulous sensation to suit their disposition. Neutral alignments scarcely perceive the Aura as anything more than an intuition of sincerity; a general 'wellness' wafting almost imperceivably with a hint of rosmarinus and lavandar alongside a scattering of honey...such is Ahnciel's aura.
Paladins typically host their own unique aura which many sense as being indescribable. Regardless, Paladins aren't ones for subtleties, and cloak-and-dagger tactics are best left to the..."more experienced".

Skills

Dexterity - Ahnciel's armor offers little hindrance, and the design of their weapons utilizes mobility and flexibility. Such combat is rewarded by ingrained conditioning and training. Acrobatics fit into this strength, though Ahnci isn't much of a match for a carnie worth their wage.

Left-Handed Swordsmanship - Conventional combat and training in swordsmanship is typically taught to right-handed individuals for fighting other right-handed individuals. In Ahnciel's case, defenses open up in unconventional ways that force humanoid combatants to think on their feet or improvise in order to overcome Ahnci's 'off' stance.
It is encouraged that they think quickly, as Ahnci seldom goes easy on opponents and viciously capitalizes on weaknesses or mistakes.

Bow Training - *sigh* Yes, Ahnciel technically knows how to use a bow mostly from a workout regimen. Given enough time to line up a shot, they could probably even be accurate enough to hit a humanoid target at twenty-meters assuming it was holding still. It's hardly impressive of a feat by any standard, but is still worth mentioning if the topic ever came up.

Equipment

Human-Crafted Pappenheimer Rapier - A commissioned masterwork with a sharpened edge forged wider than a typical rapier making it serviceable for light slashing attacks as well as intended piercing advances.

Elven-Forged Cú Magil - A longsword with a versatile design intended for two-handed use due to its length and curvature. Roughly the same length as a standard European longsword, functions like a katana for the sake of martial arts and tactics though durable enough to retain effectiveness after more than a small handful of swings.

Armor

A culmination of elven and human sophistication, the elegant mithril plating "MyrWill Oath" weighs astonishingly little and is deceptively flexible while donned on one whom it is sworn to, moving like most leathers in moments willed by its ward. This quality mostly serves the purpose of allowing a greater range of motion than plate armor would typically allow.
The legend of the Sinclair house is that the armor, itself, is mundane save for the souls of its wearer's heroic lineage which protect its true owners and carry their burdens to see noble tasks through.
Both men and women of house Sinclair have donned the Oath, and its contours accommodates either sex's form, shaping itself to the next worthy knight. The metal glows with a faint turquoise hue while exposed to moon and/or starlight.

Backstory: Social endeavors, dressing up and learning how to properly bow for the correct audience, meetings, trade, treaties and posh banquets...it was all a bore in spite of the ideologies being foisted upon Ahnciel that such aristocracy was the envy of the world.
He grew up preferring a sword over a pen, however, having experience as a constable of Ispar's Easthaven Watch but it was hardly befitting of his name or capabilities. On an interesting day, he'd be tasked with sorting out grave robbers or other common banditry...usually with a dozen armed and armored men in tow tasked with keeping the house's youngest out of any real trouble.
Always longing for the open road and the adventure that came with seeking a greater duty, he conspired to seek it out for himself. It was surprisingly easier than Ahnci had figured it would be to abscond with the family armor and his gear before knocking in tracks to parts unknown. It was like living a fairytale, and every good story needed a knight in shining armor...regardless of their methods.
Unfortunately, the storybooks don't talk about sleeping on rocks or cooking your own meals and 'our hero' quickly found themselves squandering most of their funds on lodging as he hadn't thought to run away with anything practical like provisions or tools. Such blood money was occasionally picked from the pockets of dead highwaymen drawn to the glamour of his kit, but you can't eat gold as it is.
Fortune returned with the rumors of a rekindled gold-rush town of sorts. Certainly such a place in the shadow of a range of mountains has its fair share of trouble...the sort that deserves a hero!...of sorts.

Other
- Being a foreigner, I intended for Ahnci to speak vith an outrageous accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon zee readers.

EDIT: *Reads through CSs*
*Finds 'Meatball Madison'*

Trios

Hi! :U

I saw the interest check and assumed there was an opening I could potentially submit a character for. I hope this is the case since it certainly seems interesting, though I'm not 100% where the plot/people are/is at the moment. <_>;

Nothing a bit of reading wouldn't sort out, I suppose. >_<
Chance I should assume to post a CS, here? :o